The Walk Page #8

- Damn.

Come on!

Unbelievable!

Now I've seen everything.

Damn straight.

This dude is righteous.

He better start wrapping it up.

There's a storm front moving in.

Okay, Philippe.

Time to stop.

There on my back,

the sky fills my vision.

The clouds,

they're like music.

Then, something appears.

An apparition.

A bird!

This bird is looking at me.

And I feel this silent threat.

Easy. Easy.

Easy!

Suddenly, I'm invaded by doubts.

I'm thinking maybe

the cable is tired of supporting me.

What if my towers are

talking to each other?

What if they've had enough?

What if they decide to eject me?

No, no, no. He's okay.

I'm thinking maybe it's time

for me to end this trespassing.

This is the New York Port Authority Police!

Remove yourself from the wire immediately.

You're in violation of

about 100 city ordinances.

I want you off that wire immediately

or we will be forced to take steps

to remove you from it.

You tell him to come in!

Philippe!

They're crazy!

They want to kill you!

Philippe! They're going to cut the cable!

Philippe!

You tell him to come in!

Philippe!

They're insane!

They're going to cut the cable!

But I can't end my walk

on a moment of doubt

with curled shoulders and hanging head.

I decide.

I will only leave my wire and my towers

in victory.

Nice and close, now.

I got you.

Reach. Grab him, grab him.

Attaboy. There you go.

Officers of the New York Police Department,

thank you for your patience.

I announce my arrival to the police.

- My walk between these magnificent towers...

- I tell them my work is finished.

...is now finished.

But my walk is not finished.

I still have three more steps to do.

Are you okay?

Easy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Okay, come on. Come on.

- All right.

- I got it. I got it.

- Careful.

My name is Philippe Petit. I'm

a wire walker.

- Get down, smart-ass.

- Come on.

Show's over.

Bobby, hook him up.

Bring it in!

What'd you think?

Told you. Told you.

Oh, my God.

Philippe, you've done it.

My Philippe.

No, no, no! No, don't cut the wire!

Don't cut my wire!

- Shut up!

- No!

- Nobody gives a damn about your wire!

- There's too much tension!

It will snap! It will hurt somebody!

You have to believe me!

- Hold on. Hold on, guys.

- You have to loosen it with the grip hoist.

He's right. Where's the handle?

It's hidden in a hole in the wall.

There he is.

Make a hole, make a hole!

All right. Out of the way!

Watch your fingers.

They're comin' down, Lou.

I gotta hand it to you damn frogs.

You sure pulled the wool over my eyes.

I gotta tell ya.

What you did was somethin'.

I know I'll never see anything like that

again in my life.

You got guts, pal.

Good job.

- Why did you do this?

- Channel 6 News.

The world would like to know

why are you doing this?

Channel 3. We wanna know why.

Why are you attempting

something so dangerous?

There is no why.

Just, uh, because, uh...

When I see a beautiful place to

put my wire, I cannot resist.

Later in the day, a judge sentenced Petit

to walk the wire again.

But this time, in Central Park,

for a crowd of children

and only a few feet off the ground.

The story of the coup was in the news

all over the world!

In France, when Papa Rudy heard about it, he

was the happiest Papa Rudy that there is.

And when Papa Rudy's angry,

he's deadly angry.

But when Papa Rudy's happy,

his dogs get a double ration of food.

The most fantastic moment for me was

when I saw you answered

my shooting signal.

At that moment, I knew

the coup would be a success.

What you mean? We almost lost the arrow.

It was on the edge of the building.

No. It was exactly where I was aiming.

Oh, so you admit it?

You wanted to see him in his birthday suit.

Oh, yeah.

Okay. Okay, okay.

I would like to make a toast now.

To all of you, my accomplices.

I know I can be, uh...

A bit difficult.

But, but you never gave up on me.

And because of this,

I was able to walk on that wire.

So for allowing me this honor, thank you.

- Oh, you mean "cheers."

- Cheers!

Cheers, cheers!

Look at that.

I mean, we did it, Philippe.

We showed the world

that anything's possible.

They're different.

Hey, Philippe, they're different now.

Yeah, that's right.

They're different

because you walked up there.

You know every New Yorker I talk to now

says they love these towers?

Perhaps you brought them to life,

given them a soul.

Jean-Louis and Jeff,

soon afterward, they returned to France.

But I stayed.

I was proud to become a New Yorker.

Now, in order to stay,

I had to pay my debt to society.

So a judge mandated

that I perform a free walk in Central Park.

And, of course, I was happy to do this.

Annie...

Sadly, Annie returned to France.

Wait...

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

You accomplished your dream.

It's time for me to find mine.

See you soon?

Goodbye.

Annie.

Thank you.

For everything.

I'm glad the towers called you.

That was incredible.

- Just don't do that again.

- No, never.

And you remember Guy Tozzoli

from the press conference,

one of the men

behind the creation of the towers.

He loved the walk,

and he gave me a pass

to the observation deck

so I could go anytime I wanted.

And I went there many times alone.

I would find myself there,

looking at the void

to see how the thought comes back,

how the feeling returns.

Because it was...

It was a beautiful day.

And you know this pass I was given.

Well, these passes, they

have a date on them,

a date when they expire.

But on my pass,

Mr. Tozzoli, he crossed out the date,

and he wrote on it,

"Forever."

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